‘Sun-Kissed’ & ‘Fervor’

Sjafril Riz

Sun-Kissed

The birds chirped 

to prove that

they were still there 

with working lungs 

and bellies full of worms. 

When he kissed me, 

all I could think of

was the taste of the honied sun on my lips. 

Skin to skin,

I let myself wonder 

how much magic could be made

by two people in love

with the birds and the sun.

Fervor

The earth produces naught but

the sound of wind through leaves. 

The other sounds

are made not by the earth. 

But by those who roam it. 

And if it exists upon the earth,

is it then one with Earth?

Who decides

what is Earth,

and what is rot?

Surely, it cannot be a god. 

Otherwise

Wouldn’t that make

every person, animal, plant, gust, and machine 

a god?

Is that such a bad thing?

Liz P. Brazeau has a BA in creative writing and anticipated MIT from Western Washington University. She lives and writes in Bellingham, WA and is currently unpublished.